Starting with the Immortal Cultivation System, what can you use to fight me?

"Wang Yifeng, why are you here?" Jiang Shimeng frowned slightly, seeming quite displeased with Wang Yifeng's presence. She looked around and saw the man in black lying on the ground wailing, while Lin Han stood there with a calm expression. She immediately understood something.

"Oh, I see. You came to my master to pick a fight, right?"

"Master?" Wang Yifeng's face darkened even further. He had never imagined that Lin Han would be the master of this little witch. Jiang Shimeng was a household name in the imperial capital. Not only was she feared because of her Jiang family background, but her eccentric and unconventional personality had caused many to suffer. And now, he had actually spoken so recklessly in front of her master, even threatening to attack him. This was undoubtedly a path to his own destruction.

"No... no, auntie, you misunderstood, I just... just came to..." Wang Yifeng tried to explain incoherently, but when the words came to his lips, he found that he could not find a suitable reason at all.

"Just here? Just here for what? To cause trouble? Or do you think my master is easy to bully?" Jiang Shimeng's tone was a little unhappy. Her bright big eyes seemed to be able to see through people's hearts, making Wang Yifeng feel guilty.

"I... I..." Wang Yifeng stammered, cold sweat breaking out on his forehead. He knew that his situation was extremely bad at the moment.

Mu Xueqing stood aside, maintaining her cool demeanor, but her eyes revealed disdain for Wang Yifeng. She gently tugged at Jiang Shimeng's sleeve, signaling her not to get too excited.

"Ahem...Good disciple, please don't scare our Young Master Wang, okay?" Lin Han interrupted at the right time, with a bit of joking in his tone, but he still managed to ease the tense atmosphere with grace.

"Master, is Wang Yifeng here to cause trouble?" Jiang Shimeng raised her eyebrows when she heard this. Just as she was about to speak, Lin Han chuckled and said, "No, no, Young Master Wang just came to give me a vivid lesson. He taught me that there are many kinds of 'waste' in this world, and they need to be identified one by one."

“Puff!”

"Ha ha……"

Xu Ming and Yang Siqi, who were standing behind him, couldn't help but laugh when they heard this, and the atmosphere suddenly became much more relaxed. Xu Ming patted Yang Siqi's shoulder and whispered, "It seems that Boss, not only has excellent medical skills, but also the art of speaking is first-class."

Yang Siqi:?a?a?a(????)?

Wang Yifeng's face turned from white to blue, and then from blue to purple, which was even richer than a color palette.

"This idiot dares to provoke the master for no reason. He has no place to take the blame and puts it on himself. What a talent!" Jiang Shimeng secretly complained in her heart, but still maintained that cynical smile on her face.

"Oh, I see. Wang Yifeng, shouldn't you pay a fee for my master's help in identifying this 'waste'?" Jiang Shimeng's lips curled up into a sly smile, her eyes gleaming with a playful glint, like a cunning little fox. As soon as she spoke, the atmosphere in the clinic became tense again, and Wang Yifeng's expression became even uglier.

"I...I..." Wang Yifeng hesitated for a long time but couldn't say a complete sentence.

"What? Don't you want to give it to me?" Jiang Shimeng's beautiful eyes turned cold. "Is it because I've been away from the capital for so long that you've almost forgotten the vivid 'martial arts lesson' I gave you? Do you want me to recall it for you now?"

When Wang Yifeng heard this, his body trembled violently, and the memory of being "educated" by Jiang Shimeng came to his mind like a nightmare.

He could almost feel the crackling of his bones echoing in his ears. The excruciating pain still haunted him. He waved his hands hastily, his voice trembling, "No... I dare not. I... I'll give it to you right away, right away!"

As he spoke, Wang Yifeng frantically pulled a bank card from his pocket and handed it to Jiang Shimeng with trembling hands. His face was as pale as paper, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. "This... this card has five million in it, and the password is six zeros. Consider it a small token of my appreciation. Please, Auntie, be kind enough to give it to me."

"Hmph, five million? Are you sending out a snitch?" Jiang Shimeng took the card and slammed it hard on Wang Yifeng's 'big cat'-like face.

"ah--!"

Wang Yifeng cried out in pain. The bank card hit his cheek with a force that could not be ignored, leaving a bright red mark.

"Aunt, I was wrong, I was really wrong! I will never be vague about how much you want!" Wang Yifeng was completely panicked at this moment. He knew Jiang Shimeng's temper very well. If he angered her, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Two hundred million!" Jiang Shimeng casually spat out the number, as if it was just a casual remark to her, but it shocked everyone present. Even Lin Han raised an eyebrow slightly, obviously surprised by his apprentice's sudden exorbitant request.

Wang Yifeng's face was ashen, his lips trembling and he could barely speak. "Two...two hundred million?! This...this is too much!" He practically begged, his voice filled with despair.

"A lot? I don't think so. After all, not only did you waste my master's time, you also almost destroyed the peace of my sect. More importantly, you have to pay the price for your rude behavior." There was no emotion in Jiang Shimeng's words, but every word was like a knife, piercing Wang Yifeng's heart.

"Okay, Auntie, I'll give it to you!" Wang Yifeng reluctantly pulled out another golden bank card from his pocket. This card was completely different from the ordinary bank card he had taken out before. It was engraved with intricate patterns, revealing an extraordinary aura. He held it in both hands, as if holding a heavy burden, and handed it to Jiang Shimeng with trembling hands. His voice was low and weak: "This is the Supreme Card I specially made for my family bank. It has 200 million yuan in funds, and the password is still six zeros. I hope Auntie will be magnanimous and forgive me this time."

Jiang Shimeng took the bank card nonchalantly, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. However, she didn't put it away immediately. Instead, she shook it gently, staring at Wang Yifeng with a sharp gaze: "Remember, this time it was because my master was generous and in a good mood that I let you go. If there is a next time, it won't be so simple."

"Yes, yes, yes..." Wang Yifeng nodded repeatedly, almost nodding his head like a rattle, and secretly swore in his heart that he would never set foot in this place of right and wrong again in his life.

"Um, Doctor Lin, could you please take my Uncle Lan..."

He weakly pointed at Uncle Lan who was imprisoned by Lin Han's spell.

Lin Han smiled faintly, nodded slightly, then raised his hand and waved. Uncle Lan's body, which had been motionless, suddenly shook, as if he was freed from invisible shackles.